As the kids headed over to the rug for morning meeting, I collected all of their anonymous facts. Not realizing these facts would be used for anything other than a form of private catharsis or confidential therapy, Daniel came up to me and whispered, "I wrote something I don't want anybody to know." "Throw it away and write a new one," I told him, now very curious what he had written.
With all of the index cards, including Daniel's "take two," collected in a neat little stack, we began playing. I read off each of the cards one at a time and the kids had to guess whose secret it was being revealed. There were the run-of-the-mill disclosures about favorite Wii games or favorite foods but some of the other cards sounded like the kind of personal confessions one might find at Post Secret. I hoped for no making fun but the kids handled the sensitive information well.
Nobody knows that I have baby dolls in my house and I still play with them.
I am lazy and I like watching TV.
I hate Monk. It is a murder movie.
Another card shared a secret talent that I would have been just fine not knowing about. The mental image stayed with me the whole day.
I can spray water out of my eyes if there is some in mine
My own Thing That Nobody Knows? A rather obvious one, actually, for anyone who knows me even a little. My card read, "I am allergic to nuts." Granted, I hastily jotted it down while also taking attendance and telling someone to walk rather than slide over to morning meeting. The kids guessed it in half a second flat. Perhaps I should have used one of these.
While my disclosure was rather uninspired, nothing beats the vivid, imaginary worlds of third graders.
I climb my tree then when I jump off the tree I land like a spy.
I'm one BB time away from making travel times. (It means to travel and race.)